1.30.2005
So many illustrations...
Here's to the end of an eleven hour work day...
Yes, I know it seems strange, but delivering pizzas for that long can actually be quite tiring...with the lifting and the knocking and the "Have a nice day"s...meh.
Earlier in this evening, I was accosted by a youth wearing a football helmet that apparently couldn't control himself in the presence of hot, home-delivered fast food. I was actually pretty frightened when he started grunting and pawing at the bag...next thing I know, he had dropped to the ground and was sort of writhing while chanting "PIZZA! PIZZA! PIZZA!"
Highly disturbing.
I just stood there waiting for his mom to come and pay me for the food...and maybe even bridle her monkey-child at the same time. No such luck. When she came to the door, she looked at me and jokingly said "Huh. Yeah...he just got let out the mental institution."
I grew uneasy and found myself locked in a cold, penetrating stare with this woman...I softly uttered, "Yeah. Me too....you ever eat cold refried beans with your fingers? They're a good source of fiber..." It made the remaining 20 seconds of our encounter awkward, but I think I got my point across.
Ok. I'm living in my fantasy world again. Everything was true up until my inflated response to the pizza eater's comments. We all know that I'm not that witty, quick or bold enough to come up with such a response. But, it's my blog...and, goddamnit, if I want to be a fairy princess here...I'm going to be a fucking fairy princess.
Meanwhile back in reality...outside of pizza land...and then back into my head...I've been feeling like the subject of Morrissey’s cheeky sneering in "Suedehead." I could go into detail about my patheticness or, more importantly, my undying obsession with Morrissey...but, dear friends and random blog readers, I think I've subjected you to enough dead horse flogging when it comes to my personal life.
So....
Ya'll have a nice day!
Yes, I know it seems strange, but delivering pizzas for that long can actually be quite tiring...with the lifting and the knocking and the "Have a nice day"s...meh.
Earlier in this evening, I was accosted by a youth wearing a football helmet that apparently couldn't control himself in the presence of hot, home-delivered fast food. I was actually pretty frightened when he started grunting and pawing at the bag...next thing I know, he had dropped to the ground and was sort of writhing while chanting "PIZZA! PIZZA! PIZZA!"
Highly disturbing.
I just stood there waiting for his mom to come and pay me for the food...and maybe even bridle her monkey-child at the same time. No such luck. When she came to the door, she looked at me and jokingly said "Huh. Yeah...he just got let out the mental institution."
I grew uneasy and found myself locked in a cold, penetrating stare with this woman...I softly uttered, "Yeah. Me too....you ever eat cold refried beans with your fingers? They're a good source of fiber..." It made the remaining 20 seconds of our encounter awkward, but I think I got my point across.
Ok. I'm living in my fantasy world again. Everything was true up until my inflated response to the pizza eater's comments. We all know that I'm not that witty, quick or bold enough to come up with such a response. But, it's my blog...and, goddamnit, if I want to be a fairy princess here...I'm going to be a fucking fairy princess.
Meanwhile back in reality...outside of pizza land...and then back into my head...I've been feeling like the subject of Morrissey’s cheeky sneering in "Suedehead." I could go into detail about my patheticness or, more importantly, my undying obsession with Morrissey...but, dear friends and random blog readers, I think I've subjected you to enough dead horse flogging when it comes to my personal life.
So....
Ya'll have a nice day!
